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I mean
I'm sittin' here on the group W bench
'cause you wanna know if I'm moral enough
to join the army,
burn women, kids, houses and villages
after being a litterbug
On a mission to make something happen
Feel like Delilah lookin' for Samson
Do a little mattress dancin'
That's right I said mattress dancin'
Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
Need a little bit more of what I've been missin'
I don't know where I'll be crashin'
But I'm arrivin' on a sin wagon
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove.
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only, I'm only passing through.
People are crazy, times are strange
I'm locked in tight,I'm out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I can recite the grass on the hill and memorize the moon
I know the cloudforms of love by heart
And have brought tears to the eye of a storm
And my memory banks vaults of forests and amazon river banks
And I've screamed them into sunsets that echo in earthquakes
Shadows have been my spotlight as I monologue the night and dialogue with days
Soliloquies of wind and breeze applauded by sun rays
We put language in zoos to observe caged thought
And tossed peanuts and p-funk at intellect
And motherfuckers think these are metaphors
Somewhere in her smile, she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me:
I don't want to leave her now,
You I believe, and how.